This track is a real prize; a buried ember of the funk-rock era. And it’s disturbingly good despite its anonymity.

Not without its debts to Fela Kuti, Sly Stone and James Brown, it still sounds as if Demon Fuzz knew what would be considered freaky-groovy for the next three decades and incorporated those elements into this album. What prescience! And what freakiness! (that cover is especially frightening)